Wanderers
...their passion resides.
Wanderers, oh how they roam
Traveling far from their cozy home
They seek adventure, they seek romance
They refuse to be chained to one location
Through mountains, deserts, and winding roads
They follow their heart wherever it goes
No anchor weighs them down to the ground
For they are free to explore all around
Wanderers, they find beauty in the unknown
Discovering hidden gems that are all their own
A nomadic life may not be for everyone
But for them, nothing feels more fun
So let us raise a glass and toast
To wanderers, who dare to coast
On the winds of change, they freely glide
Drifting to wherever their passions reside.
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